No, no: the bookcases haven't fallen down, Victoria hasn't dislocated her toe (again), the new roof isn't leaking. But, as regular visitors to this blog may recall, I've got to teach George Bernard Shaw's Man and Superman in the fall. (I don't have a choice in the matter--it's a set text for all sections of this course.) Right now, I am perilously close to wallowing in the depths of despair, because my students are going to hate this play. Absolutely. Positively. Whole-heartedly. It's talky; it alludes to people no freshman of any sort will ever have heard of, let alone read; its prose is often wooden. Worse still, I'm going to have to teach it fairly early in the semester, because we're all going to see it at the Shaw Festival. I may be able to rescue things somewhat by teaching the text after we see the play, instead of before, because the students will then have the comedy in mind (Ann's manipulations in Act I, for example, are extremely funny). Still, I fear for my soul--or, at least, for my teaching evaluations. On the positive side, I think I've figured out how to jury-rig a course around it and the other set text, Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed.